I like to imagine what my kids will be like as adults. What they'll do for a living, whether they will have 1 kid, 5 kids or none, will they stay close to home or move far away...that kind of stuff. Of course I enjoy them as they are now and don't want it to fly by, I just like to wonder.
I see Zachary as an engineer on a construction site, helping to create awesome buildings, playing video games and spending time with his wife and 2 kids in his free time. He will take them out for ice cream often. I picture Amara as a working mom with 1 child and a stay-at-home husband. She is an entomologist, teaching at a local college or nature center and creates art in her free time. She may have a few too many pets. Jonas will be a police officer- a good guy who makes sure that the streets are safe for kids and families. Maybe he'll have kids, maybe not. I can't tell yet. He'll love playing sports. Henry...well he is going to drive fast cars and motorcycles and play lots of basketball. He's still a baby and that's what he loves, haha!
My dreams for Jonas were crushed when we were driving home from school today.
Me: Jonas, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Me: Nothing? You have to be something when you grow up, like a firefighter or a teacher.
Jonas: I...waaaant to be....a.... TREE!
Me: A tree? Like those? (I point to a line of trees)
Henry: Mama, Jonas ook! Teeee!
Jonas: Yes!! A tree like that.
Me: You know, if you grow up to be a tree you will have to learn to not walk or talk. Trees can't move and they can't say anything.
Jonas: Trees don't talk? They don't walk or talk? Maybe not. Maybe I won't be a tree.
Me: That's probably a good idea. So what else would you like to be?
Jonas: Mommy, are you going the speed limit? You didn't stop at the stop sign. (Hence the police officer career assigned to him)Henry: Mama, mama! Ook ook. Baketball!! Cycle, vroom vroom! (He doesn't miss a basketball net or court, or the motorcycles)
Me: Jonas, I didn't need to stop at that sign, it was for the other way. And yes, I am going the speed limit.
Jonas: Okay. You have one more chance.